143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host

XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came

My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…