167
To learn the Transport by the Pai
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst—suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!

869
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid

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

573
The Test of Love’—is Death’—
Our Lord’—"so loved"'—it saith’—
What Largest Lover’—hath
Another’—doth’—

HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That “heaven” is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,

I noticed People disappeared
When but a little child -
Supposed they visited remote
Or settled Regions wild -
But did because they died

828
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried—few—express Reports
When March is scarcely on—

396
There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain—
’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S
Has suffered all it can—

A House upon the Height—
That Wagon never reached—
No Dead, were ever carried down—
No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Whose Chimney never smoked—

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry