827
The Only News I know
Is Bulletins all Day
From Immortality.
The Only Shows I see—

168
If the foolish, call them “flowers
Need the wiser, tell?
If the Savants “Classify” them
It is just as well!

508
I’m ceded’—I’ve stopped being The
The name They dropped upon my fac
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,

312
Her’—"last Poems"'—
Poets’—ended’—
Silver’—perished’—w ith her Tongu
Not on Record’—bubbled other,

936
This Dust, and its Feature—
Accredited—Today—Will in a s
Cease to identify—
This Mind, and its measure—

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

One need not be a chamber to be ha
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting

Part One: Life
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,

796
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
Are incomplete, and shy—
For Greatness, that is ill at eas
In minor Company—

786
Severer Service of myself
I—hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind—