989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow