969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid

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

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

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

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

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

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—