101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

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

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—