9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

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

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....