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

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light