116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back