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

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

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.