127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

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

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—