111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—