Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

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

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…