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—

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—