346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—