27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

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

890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base