811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

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

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—