199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—

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

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—