475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

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

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.