A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

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

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…