MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—