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

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

The Black Berry’—wears a Thorn i… But no Man heard Him cry’— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge’—and to Boy’— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

These Fevered Days - to take the… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

390 It’s coming’—the postponeless Cre… It gains the Block’—and now’—it g… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters’—with a "You know Me’—Sir…

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—

“Nature” is what we see’— The Hill’—the Afternoon’— Squirrel’—Eclipse’—the Bumble bee… Nay’—Nature is Heaven’— Nature is what we hear’—

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,

126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—

There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away

958 We met as Sparks’—Diverging Flin… Sent various’—scattered ways’— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze’—

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…