Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!