776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—