350
They leave us with the Infinite.
But He—is not a man—
His fingers are the size of fists—
His fists, the size of men—

How Human Nature dotes
On what it can’t detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct -
Prospective is the friend

850
I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

THE show is not the show,
But they that go.
Menagerie to me
My neighbor be.
Fair play—

164
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree—
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly

538
’Tis true’—They shut me in the Co
But then’—Themselves were warm
And could not know the feeling ’tw
Forget it’—Lord’—of Them’—

555
Trust in the Unexpected—
By this—was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold—
As One had testified—

918
Only a Shrine, but Mine—
I made the Taper shine—
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may
Regard a Nun—

559
It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—'twas not Pain—

397
When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself
Do sow, and Raise for sale—