997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot