FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—