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

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

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

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

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

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—