676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign