71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

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…

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

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

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -