1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

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

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate