965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

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…