857
Uncertain lease’—develops lustre
On Time
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum’—

Epigram
THIS is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

866
Fame is the tine that Scholars le
Upon their Setting Names—
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes—

860
Absence disembodies’—so does Deat
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as lo
Tenderness decreases as we prove’—

277
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate—
And pass escaped—to thee!
What if I file this Mortal—off—

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

932
My best Acquaintances are those
With Whom I spoke no Word—
The Stars that stated come to Tow
Esteemed Me never rude

24
There is a morn by men unseen—
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their Seraphic May—
And all day long, with dance and g

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

657
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—