176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

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

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

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.