442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

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

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

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

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—