774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.