330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

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

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—