972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?