How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—