On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise