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,

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 –

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect