It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

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

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—