722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!