282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

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

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,