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

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

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

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -