920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?