925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.