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

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—