Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

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

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

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove