198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…