After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…