556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—