Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—