XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—