To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

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

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

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