A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—