226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

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

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead