High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

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

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—