490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

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—

Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

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

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back