363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

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