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

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

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

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow