32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

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

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.