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

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen