XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

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

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—