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

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—