473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

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

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.