I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

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

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—