“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

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

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

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

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

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

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—

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…