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

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

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

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

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…

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—