23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—