The spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands—
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds—
He plies from Nought to Nought—

485
To make One’s Toilette—after Dea
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

306
The Soul’s Superior instants
Occur to Her—alone—
When friend—and Earth’s occasion
Have infinite withdrawn—

390
It’s coming’—the postponeless Cre
It gains the Block’—and now’—it g
Chooses its latch, from all the ot
Enters’—with a "You know Me’—Sir

355
’Tis Opposites—entice—
Deformed Men—ponder Grace—
Bright fires—the Blanketless—
The Lost—Day’s face—

Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the Ground
And leaves us in another place
Whose statement is not found -
Returns us not, but after time

43
Could live’—did live’—
Could die’—did die’—
Could smile upon the whole
Through faith in one he met not,

980
Purple’—is fashionable twice’—
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.

781
To wait an Hour’—is long’—
If Love be just beyond’—
To wait Eternity’—is short’—
If Love reward the end’—

A DROP fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,