322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

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

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

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

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

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—