542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

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

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

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

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—