558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

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

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

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

128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.