577
If I may have it, when it’s dead,
I’ll be contented—so—
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me—

757
The Mountains’—grow unnoticed’—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt’—Exhaustion’—
Assistance’—or Applause’—

381
A Secret told—
Ceases to be a Secret—then—
A Secret—kept—
That—can appal but One—

788
Joy to have merited the Pain—
To merit the Release—
Joy to have perished every step—
To Compass Paradise—

501
This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond—
Invisible, as Music—
But positive, as Sound—

293
I got so I could take his name—
Without—Tremendous gain—
That Stop-sensation—on my Soul—
And Thunder—in the Room—

743
The Birds reported from the South
A News express to Me—
A spicy Charge, My little Posts—
But I am deaf—Today—

363
I went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
Her Bed—a funneled Stone—
With Nosegays at the Head and Fo

405
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I’m so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave’s run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!