29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

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

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

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

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

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

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

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—