903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery