169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

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

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

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

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,