455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—