264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

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

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

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine