718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,