It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

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

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.