The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though

That No Flake Of [snow] Fall On You Or Them - Is A Wish That Would Be A Prayer, Were Emily Not A Pagan.

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

Those Who Lift Their Hats Shall See Nature As Devout Do God.

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -