869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

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…

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,