782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

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

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—