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

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—