Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.