The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.

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.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.