772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

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

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—