761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

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

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…