679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

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

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

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

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—