703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

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

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…