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

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!