57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

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

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…