580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…