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—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,