These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!