It's all I have to bring today —

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent —

A something in a summer’s Day

He fumbles at your Soul

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

There’s a certain Slant of light

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —

A bird came down the walk

The Grass so little has to do —

I dreaded that first robin so

It struck me — every Day —

Would you like summer? Taste of ours.

Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

Further in Summer than the Birds

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

The murmuring of Bees, has ceased

A Spider sewed at Night

The Spider as an Artist

A Route of Evanescence

How happy is the little Stone

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee