| Fletcher McGee She took my strength by minutes, |
| A Divine Image Cruelty has a Human heart |
| I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. |
| God In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, |
| Epitaph on a Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, |
| A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: |
| Helen All Greece hates |