154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –