Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

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

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—