206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—