306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

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

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—