657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

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

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.