410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?