366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

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

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy