146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

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—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—