733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

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

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

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

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind