LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—