39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

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

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

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