“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.