A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.