833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone