815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

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

42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

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