227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –

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

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

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

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.