65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

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

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead