37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

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—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony