To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

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

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken