811
The Veins of other Flowers
The Scarlet Flowers are
Till Nature leisure has for Terms
As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

825
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me—
With them would Harbor be—

They dropped like flakes, they dro
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless gras

Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever

251
Over the fence—
Strawberries—grow—
Over the fence—
I could climb—if I tried, I know—

675
Essential Oils’—are wrung’—
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns’—alone’—
It is the gift of Screws’—

397
When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself
Do sow, and Raise for sale—

380
There is a flower that Bees prefe
And Butterflies—desire—
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird—aspire—

Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,—
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountaln at a given distance

816
A Death blow is a Life blow to S
Who till they died, did not alive
Who had they lived, had died but w
They died, Vitality begun.