131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

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…

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—