486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.