293
I got so I could take his name—
Without—Tremendous gain—
That Stop-sensation—on my Soul—
And Thunder—in the Room—

140
An altered look about the hills—
A Tyrian light the village fills—
A wider sunrise in the morn—
A deeper twilight on the lawn—

727
Precious to Me’—She still shall b
Though She forget the name I bear
The fashion of the Gown I wear’—
The very Color of My Hair’—

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Gra
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

147
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast—
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

945
This is a Blossom of the Brain—
A small—italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening
The Spirit fructified—

I went to heaven,—
‘T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields

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

MINE by the right of the white e
Mine by the royal seal!
Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr
Bars cannot conceal!
Mine, here in vision and in veto!

109
By a flower’—By a letter’—
By a nimble love’—
If I weld the Rivet faster’—
Final fast’—above’—