Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

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

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,