66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,