959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

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

281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

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

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.