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

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

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

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—