XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

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

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—