767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

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

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

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

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—