733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

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

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—