343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,