586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,

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

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…