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

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

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

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

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove