987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

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

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.