412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

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

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—