The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—