733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—