325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

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

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

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

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—