343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

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

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—