MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

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

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone