237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

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

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?