923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

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

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

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

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—