446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

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

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,