1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

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.

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—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

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—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom