185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—