972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

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

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.