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

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

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

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

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

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,

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—