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

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

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

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

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass