327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—