954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

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

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood