396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

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

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

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

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

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?