Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

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

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.