170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine