636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—