To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

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

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—