This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

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

529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

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