God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—