322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

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

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty