One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—