They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—

315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—

286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—

508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,

Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!