139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

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…

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

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