690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

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

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—