There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!