There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

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

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness