241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

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