91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

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

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,