438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

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

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’—

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.