244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

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