756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

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

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—