715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity