192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme