550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—