940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…