The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…

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

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.