Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.