232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

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

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.