886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

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

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,