899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—