560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

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

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

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

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,