927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

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

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