I felt a funeral in my brain

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Alone, I cannot be 

I reason, Earth is short –

The Soul selects her own Society —

He fumbles at your Soul

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

There’s a certain Slant of light

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —

Before I got my eye put out

A bird came down the walk

The Grass so little has to do —

I know that Не exists

After great pain a formal feeling comes

I dreaded that first robin so

It struck me — every Day —

There’s been a death in the opposite house

We grow accustomed to the Dark —

You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —

A Charm invests a face