556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!