83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

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

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!