862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

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,