369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—