159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal

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