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

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

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—