That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—