763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

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

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—