Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

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

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—