250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

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

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—