18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

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

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…