176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—