Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

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

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—