331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

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

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…