The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

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

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

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

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—