66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,