601 A still’—Volcano’—Life’— That flickered in the night’— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight’—

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—

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

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

197 Morning’—is the place for Dew’— Corn’—is made at Noon’— After dinner light’—for flowers’— Dukes’—for Setting Sun!

I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay; I turn my brimming eyes away,

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.