228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

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

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—