The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,