414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

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

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows