766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—

The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,

541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—

189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—

XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—

Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,

188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!