597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.