127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

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

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

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

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…