703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

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

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—