634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—

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