It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—