XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—