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

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

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

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –