929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

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

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,