"The brain is wider than the sky."

"The Robin's my Criterion for Tune – Because I grow – where Robins do –"

"The Sun went down – no Sweet Repose Permitted on the Road – To look at what the Day brought forth Or what the Night bestowed."

"The Frost of Death was on the Pane – 'Twas not the Frost of Snow –"

"The Sun — just touched the Morning — The Morning — Happy thing — Supposed that He had come to dwell — And Life — would all be Spring —"