959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…