142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

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

Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—