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

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

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

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”