79
Going to Heaven!
I don’t know when—
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I’m too astonished

158
Dying! Dying in the night!
Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate
’Tis threaded in the Air
And though it do not wear

61
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O’erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom

“Arcturus” is his other name’—
I’d rather call him “Star.”
It’s very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day’—

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

91
So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty—so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find—

THE Brain—is wider than the sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will include
With ease—and you—beside—
The Brain is deeper than the sea—

Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave’s run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!

It’s like the light,—
A fashionless delight
It’s like the bee,—
A dateless melody.
It’s like the woods,