1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly