897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June