375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

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

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!