534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—