1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,

If I read a book and it makes my…

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,

180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came

I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor

Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.

98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!

A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—