719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

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

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

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