673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—