772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when