657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

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

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

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

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—