46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.