698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—