306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—