13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

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

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—