26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

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

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

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold