665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…