620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

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,

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

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

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

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows