i.  A Bee His Burnished Carriage   #1339

  A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose –
Combinedly alighting –
Himself – his Carriage was –
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquility
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity –
Their Moment consummated –
Remained for him – to flee –
Remained for her – of rapture
But the humility.

ii.  Revolution Is The Pod  #1082

Revolution is the Pod
Systems rattle from
When the Winds of Will are stirred
Excellent is Bloom

But except its Russet Base
Every Summer be
The Entomber of itself
So of Liberty –

Left inactive on the Stalk
All its Purple fled
Revolution shakes it for
Test if it be dead.

iii.  What Shall I Do When the Summer Troubles  #956

 What shall I do when the Summer troubles –
What, when the Rose is ripe –
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep? 

What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrup
Drop a Tune on me –
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me? 

Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets
And the Berries stare
How can I bear their jocund Faces
Thou from Here, so far?

‘Twoudn’t afflict a Robin –
All His Goods have Wings – I – do not fly, so wherefore
My Perennial Things?

iv.  Further in Summer Than The Birds  #1068

 Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass. 

No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness. 

Antiquest felt at Noon
When August burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify. 

Remit as yet no Grace
No Furrow on the Glow
Yet a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now.

v.  I Never Saw A Moor  #1052 

I never saw a Moor –
I never saw the Sea –
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be. 

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven –
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given.

vi.  I Thought That Nature Was Enough  #1286 

I thought that nature was enough
Till Human nature came
But that the other did absorb
As Parallax a Flame – 

Of Human nature just aware
There added the Divine
Brief struggle for capacity
The power to contain 

Is always as the contents
But give a Giant room
And you will lodge a Giant
And not a smaller man.

vii.  The Fingers Of The Light  #1000

 The Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With “I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.” 

“You’re soon,” the Town replied,
“My Faces are asleep –
But swear, and I will let you by
You will not wake them up.” 

The easy Guest complied
But once within the Town
The transport of His Countenance
Awakened Maid and Man 

The Neighbor in the Pool
Upon His Hip elate
Made loud obeisance and the Gnat
Held up His Cup for Light.

viii.  A Narrow Fellow In The Grass  #986

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides –
You may have met Him – did you not
His notice sudden is – 

The Grass divides as with a Comb –
A spotted shaft is seen –
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on – 

He likes a Boggy Acre
A Floor too cool for Corn –
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot –
I more than once at Noon
Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone – 

Several of Nature’s People
I know, and they know me –
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality – 

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone.

ix.  The Robin Is The Gabriel  #143

The Robin is a Gabriel
In humble circumstances –
His Dress denotes him socially,
Of Transport’s Working Classes –
He has the punctuality
Of the New England Farmer –
The same oblique integrity,
A Vista vastly warmer – 

A small but sturdy Residence,
A self denying Household,
The Guests of Perspicacity
Are all that cross his Threshold –
As covert as a Fugitive,
Cajoling Consternation
By Dittles to the Enemy
And Sylvan Punctuation.