111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—