204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?