628
They called me to the Window, for
“ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said—
I only saw a Sapphire Farm—
And just a Single Herd—

786
Severer Service of myself
I—hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind—

565
One Anguish’—in a Crowd’—
A Minor thing’—it sounds’—
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds

758
These’—saw Visions’—
Latch them softly’—
These’—held Dimples’—
Smooth them slow’—

719
A South Wind—has a pathos
Of individual Voice—
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant’s address.

890
From Us She wandered now a Year,
Her tarrying, unknown,
If Wilderness prevent her feet
Or that Ethereal Zone

120
If this is “fading”
Oh let me immediately “fade”!
If this is “dying”
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

871
The Sun and Moon must make their
The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned—

508
I’m ceded’—I’ve stopped being The
The name They dropped upon my fac
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,

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