886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

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

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

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

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith