Found in 7 poems.
- 21And could Oblivion set my soul
- 22From all her troubled visions free,
- 93We start, for Soul is wanting there.
- 94Hers is the loveliness in death,
- 17And teach the Soul
her native Calm;
- 3My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour,
- 7But my soul fulfilled her mission,
- 17Dreams (the Soul
herself forsaking),
- 21Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused,
- 23As in her natural form, swelled vast to
Heaven!
- 84The Soul's emasculation saddens all
