44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me