154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

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

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

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—