Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

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

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—