463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—