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…

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—