It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

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

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

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

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—