364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

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

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.