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

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—