To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

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