176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

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

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

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

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

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—