158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

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

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

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—