March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?