I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

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

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

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