903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

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

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—