Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—