Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty