642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…