506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—