XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

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

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.