We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

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