Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

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

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket