Cat's bag collection

　　1568

　　To see her is a Picture ——

　　To hear her is a Tune ——

　　To know her an Intemperance

　　As innocent as June ——

　　To know her not —— Affliction ——

　　To own her for a Friend

　　A warmth as near as if the Sun

　　Were shining in your Hand.

　　1632

　　So give me back to Death ——

　　The Death I never feared

　　Except that it deprived of thee ——

　　And now, by Life deprived,

　　In my own Grave I breathe

　　And estimate its size ——

　　Its size is all that Hell can guess ——

　　And all that Heaven was ——

I'M Nobody! Who are you? (288)



I'M Nobody! Who are you?

Are you--Nobody--too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Dont tell! they'd advertise--you know!

How dreary--to be--Somebody!

How public--like a Frog--

To tell your name--the livelong June--

To an admiring Bog!

"Faith" is a fine invention (185)



"FAITH" is a fine invention

When Gentlemen can see--

But Microsopes are prudent

In an Emergency

Escape (77)



I NEVER hear the word "escape"

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.



I never hear of prisons broad

by soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars--

Only to fail again!

The Mystery of Pain (650)



Pain has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.



It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.