832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The “Undiscovered Continent”—
No Settler had the Mind.

427
I'll clutch — and clutch —
Next — One — Might be the golden
Could take it —
Diamonds — Wait —

44
If she had been the Mistletoe
And I had been the Rose—
How gay upon your table
My velvet life to close—

433
Knows how to forget!
But could It teach it?
Easiest of Arts, they say
When one learn how

396
There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain—
’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S
Has suffered all it can—

869
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid

610
You’ll find’—it when you try to di
The Easier to let go’—
For recollecting such as went’—
You could not spare’—you know.

828
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried—few—express Reports
When March is scarcely on—

530
You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—

High from the earth I heard a bir
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly