The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

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