768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

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

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

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.

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—