373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

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—

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—