493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

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

Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.