244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

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

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!