How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

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

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

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

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.