462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told