The Pleading Of The Summer - That

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

A Letter Always Seemed To Me Like Immortality Because It Is The Mind Alone Without Corporeal Friend.

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.