XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

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

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

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

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to 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—

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,