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

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,