73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—