430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?