Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—