By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…