888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!