It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—