331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see