18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

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,

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power