His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—