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

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

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,

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base