220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

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—

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.