580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–