603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

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

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!