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

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—