I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

Forever is made up of nows.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.