28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

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…

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—