13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

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—

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.