Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

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

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—