37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

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