593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—