753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

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

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—