Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;