It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance