989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

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

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—