25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—