6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -