The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—