788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

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,

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf