I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

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

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise