421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

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

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—