128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

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 -

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

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