I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?