43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

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

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—