932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

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

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—