715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude