117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

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

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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…

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—