725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

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

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—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.