717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—