836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—