13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be