756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

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

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,