I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

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

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.