924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

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