218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

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

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen