Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

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

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—