191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

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

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -