972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—