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E

Each Scar I’ll keep for Him
Each that we lose takes part of us
Eden is that old–fashioned House
Elijah’s Wagon knew no thill
Elisabeth told Essex
Elysium is as far as to
Embarrassment of one another
Empty my Heart, of Thee
Ended, ere it begun
Endow the Living – with the Tears
Escape is such a thankful Word
Escaping backward to perceive
Essential Oils – are wrung
Except the smaller size
Except the Heaven had come so near
Except to Heaven, she is nought
Exhilaration – is within
Exhiliration is the Breeze
Experience is the Angled Road
Experiment escorts us last
Experiment to me
Exultation is the going

F

Facts by our side are never sudden
Fairer through Fading – as the Day
Faith – is the Pierless Bridge
“Faith” is a fine invention
“Faithful to the end” amended
Fame is a bee
Fame is a fickle food
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave
Fame of Myself, to justify
Fame’s Boys and Girls
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop
Finding is the first Act
Finite – to fail, but infinite to Venture
Floss wont save you from an Abyss
For each ecstatic instant
For Death – or rather
For every Bird a Nest
For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew
For this – accepted Breath
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has
Forever – is composed of Nows
Forever at His side to walk
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
Four Trees – upon a solitary Acre
Frequently the woods are pink
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face
From Blank to Blank
From Us She wandered now a Year
Further in Summer than the Birds

G

Garlands for Queens, may be
Gathered into the Earth
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Glowing is her Bonnet
Go not too near a House of Rose
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
God is a distant – stately Lover
God is indeed a jealous God
God made a little Gentian
God made no act without a cause
God permits industrious Angels
Going to Heaven!
Going to Her!
Good Morning – Midnight
“Good night,” because we must!
Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
Good to hide, and hear ‘em hunt!
Gratitude – is not the mention
Great Caesar! Condescend
Great Streets of silence led away
Grief is a Mouse
Growth of Man – like Growth of Nature

H

Had I not seen the Sun
Had I presumed to hope
Had we known the Ton she bore
Have any like Myself
He ate and drank the precious Words
He forgot – and I – remembered
He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose
He found my Being – set it up
He fumbles at your Soul
He gave away his Life
He is alive, this morning
He outstripped Time with but a Bout
He parts Himself – like Leaves
He preached upon “Breadth”
He put the Belt around my life
He scanned it – staggered
He strained my faith
He told a homely tale
He touched me, so I live to know
He was my host – he was my guest
He was weak, and I was strong – then
He who in Himself believes
Heart not so heavy as mine
Heart! We will forget him!
“Heaven” – is what I cannot reach!
“Heaven” has different Signs – to me
Heaven is so far of the Mind
“Heavenly Father” – take to thee
Her – “last Poems”
Her final Summer was it
Her Grace is all she has
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
Her spirit rose to such a height
His Bill an Augur is
His Bill is clasped – his Eye forsook
His Cheek is his Biographer
His Feet are shod with Gauze
His Heart was darker than the starless night
His Mansion in the Pool
His mind of man, a secret makes
His oriental heresies
His voice decrepit was with Joy
Hope is a strange invention
Hope is a subtle Glutton
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Houses” – so the Wise Men tell me
How brittle are the Piers
How destitute is he
How far is it to Heaven?
How firm eternity must look
How fits his Umber Coat
How happy I was if I could forget
How happy is the little Stone
How Human Nature dotes
How know it from a Summer’s Day?
How many Flowers fail in Wood
How many times these low feet staggered
How much the present moment means
How News must feel when travelling
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
How ruthless are the gentle
How sick – to wait – in any place – but thine
How soft this Prison is
How still the Bells in Steeples stand
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Waters closed above Him