To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!