430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

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

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—