770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—