139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—