760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate