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

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills