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

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

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

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

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

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—