493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

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

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes