So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

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

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.