877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair