Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself

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

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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