106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—

Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—

75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn

734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race