892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

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

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—