370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me