250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

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 -

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

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…

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.