703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

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

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—