993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—