Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

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

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude