He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Prepares your brittle substance

798
She staked her Feathers—Gained an
Debated—Rose again—
This time—beyond the estimate
Of Envy, or of Men—

598
Three times’—we parted’—Breath’—a
Three times’—He would not go’—
But strove to stir the lifeless F
The Waters’—strove to stay.

188
Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
And make believe I’m getting warm
When others call it “Day”!

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

991
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind—
A frail Aristocrat of Time
Indemnity to find—

105
To hang our head—ostensibly—
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind—

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

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—
His Mighty Balls—in death were th

408
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him—