94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize