600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—