366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

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

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,