How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

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

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

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

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.