I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—