228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

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

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