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	356 The Day that I was crowned				371
	364 The Morning after Woe				372
	365 Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?		372
	367 Over and over, like a Tune				373
	376 Of Course-I prayed					373
	377 To lose one's faith-surpass				373
	378 I saw no Way-The Heavens were stitched		374
	383 Exhilaration-is within				374
	384 No Rack can torture me				374
	391 A Visitor in Marl					375
	401 What Soft-cherubic Creatures			375
	405 It might be lonelier				376
	407 If What we could-were what we would			376
	429 The Moon is distant from the Sea			376
	435 Much Madness is divinest Sense			377
	441 This is my letter to the World			377
	448 This was a Poet-lt is That				377
	455 Triumph-may be of several kinds			378
	456 So well that I can live without			378
	461 A Wife-at Daybreak I shall be			379
	465 I heard a Fly buzz-when I died			379
	485 To make One's Toilette-after Death			379
	492 Civilization-spurns-the Leopard!			380
	501 This World is not Conclusion			380
	502 At least-to pray-is left-is left			381
	505 I would not paint-a picture				381
	510 It was not Death, for I stood up			382
	511 If you were coming in the Fall			382
	518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart at Night		383
	536 The Heart asks Pleasure-first			383
	569 I reckon-when I count at all			384
	579 I had been hungry, all the Years			384
	640 I cannot live with You				385
	642 Me from Myself-to banish				386
	650 Pain-has an Element of Blank			386
	657 I dwell in Possibility				387
	675 Essential Oils-are wrung				387
	680 Each Life Converges to some Centre			387
	701 A Thought went up my mind today			388
	709 Publication-is the Auction				388
	724 It's easy to invent a Life				389
	729 Alter! When the Hills do				389
	754 My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun			390
	777 The Loneliness One dare not sound			390
	785 They have a little Odor-that to me			391
	847 Finite-to fail, but infinite to Venture		391
	861 Split the Lark-and you'll find the Music		391