695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—