XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—