527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!