Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy