24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—