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

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—