Contents 									xiv
	303 [The Soul selects her own SocietyÑ] 				975 
	320 [We play at PasteÑ] 						976 
	322 [There came a Day at Summer's full]					976 
	324 [Some keep the Sabbath going to Church]				976 
	328 [A Bird came down the WalkÑ]					976 
	341 [After great pain, a formal feeling comesÑ] 			977 
	376 [Of CourseÑI prayedÑ]						977 
	401 [What Soft-Cherubic CreaturesÑ]					977 
	435 [Much Madness is divinest SenseÑ] 					977 
	441 [This is my letter to the World]					977 
	448 [This was a PoetÑIt is That] 					977 
	449 [l died for Beauty-but was scarce] 					978 
	465 [l heard a Fly buzz-when I diedÑ] 					978 
	478 [I had no time to HateÑ] 						978 
	511 [If you were coming in the Fall] 					978 
	526 [To hear an Oriole sing] 						979 
	528 [MineÑby the Right of the White Election!] 				979 
	547 [IÕve seen a Dying Eye] 						979 
	556 [The Brain, within its Groove] 					979 
	569 [I reckon--when l count at allÑ] 					979 
	579 [I had been hungry, all the YearsÑ]					979 
	581 [I found the words to every thought] 				980 
	585 [I like to see it lap the MilesÑ] 					980 
	632 [T'he Brain--is wider than the SkyÑ] 				980
	636 [The Way l read a Letter's--thisÑ]					980 
	640 [I cannot live with YouÑ] 						980 
	650 [Pain--has an Element of Blank--) 					981 
	657 [l dwell in possibility--] 						981 
	701 [A Thought went up my mind today--] 				981 
	712 [Because I could not stop for Death-) 				981 
	732 [She rose to His RequirementÑdropt] 				982 
	754 [My Life had stood-a Loaded GunÑ]					982 
	816 [A Death blow is a Life blow to Some]				982 
	823 [Not what We did shall be the test] 				982 
	986 [A narrow Fellow In the Grass] 					982 
	1052 [I never saw a MoorÑ] 						983 
	1078 [The Bustle in a House] 						983 
	1082 [Revolution is the Pod] 						983
	1100 [T'he last Night that She lived] 					983 
	1129 [Tell all the Truth but tell it slantÑ] 				984
	1176 [We never know how high we are] 					984 
	1207 [He preached upon ÒBreadthÓ till it argued him narrowÑ] 		984 
	1263 [There is no Frigate like a Book] 					984 
	1304 [Not with a Club, the Heart is broken] 				984 
	1332 [PinkÑsmallÑand punctualÑ] 					984 
	1463 [A Route of Evanescence] 						985 
	1465 [Before you thought of Spring] 					985 
	1510 [How happy is the little Stone] 					985 
	1540 [As imperceptibly as Grief] 					985
	1587 [He ate and drank the precious WordsÑ] 				985 
	1624 [Apparently with no surprise] 					985