The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us