Of all the souls that stand createI have elected one.When sense from spirit flies away,And subterfuge is done;When that which is and that which wasApart, intrinsic, stand,And this brief tragedy of fleshIs shifted like a sand;When figures show their royal frontAnd mists are carved away,–Behold the atom I preferredTo all the lists of clay! (The Answering Voice, p. 19)
I have dreamed unwonted things,Visions that Witches brew,Spoken with images,Never with you. (The Answering Voice, p. 3)
Out of the window the trees in the Square Are covered with crimson May - You, that were all of my love and my care, Have broken my heart to-day. But though I have lost you and though I despair Till even the past looks gray--Out of the window the trees in the Square Are covered with Crimson May. (The Answering Voice, p. 7)