XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

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

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

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—

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—