“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

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

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

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 —

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—