220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…