76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

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

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—