375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—