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

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad