569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—