289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

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,

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!