869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?