250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

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

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.

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

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,