440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme