582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.