109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

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

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—