557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

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—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

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,