Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

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—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—