617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear