988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

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

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