492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

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

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—