694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

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

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

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—