We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

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

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

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

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be