952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

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

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.