25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

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

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

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—