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

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,