Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes