The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

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

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—