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

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—