651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

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

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid