Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

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

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

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

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—