STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

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