That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.