60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine