348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.

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

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—