600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

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

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

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

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—