400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery