The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!