1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

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

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—