525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.