142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One