626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—