924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!