How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

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

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

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

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—