715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

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

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead