30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature