God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

821 Away from Home are some and I’— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly’—

240 Ah, Moon’—and Star! You are very far’— But were no one Farther than you’—

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me

873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside

On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…