563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.