175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—