651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

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

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad