773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!