145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

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

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

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

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

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—