735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

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

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.