940
On that dear Frame the Years had
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Lig
The Witnessing, to Us—

399
A House upon the Height—
That Wagon never reached—
No Dead, were ever carried down—
No Peddler’s Cart—approached—

105
To hang our head—ostensibly—
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind—

332
There are two Ripenings’—one’—of
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground’—

854
Banish Air from Air—
Divide Light if you dare—
They’ll meet
While Cubes in a Drop

It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
It burned me in the night,

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned

Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense– the starkest Madness
’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail -

242
When we stand on the tops of Thin
And like the Trees, look down—
The smoke all cleared away from it
And Mirrors on the scene—

The grave my little cottage is,
Where 'Keeping house’ for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.
For two divided, briefly,