110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

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

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—