5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;