The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,