The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

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—

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

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

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—