845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

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

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—