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

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

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

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

545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

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

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—