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

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

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

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—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—