930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…