548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—