204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -