Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

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…

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—