171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—

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

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

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

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand