I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—