1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.