To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.