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

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

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—