253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…