I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

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

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have