993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.