892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—