Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

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

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see