573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

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

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.