Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

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

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—