636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

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

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

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

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—