111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf