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.

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—