23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

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

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

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

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—