To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—