87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness