12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

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

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly