Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

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

979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—