519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—