781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

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

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

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

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—