509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

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

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…