207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…