LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

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

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—