The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

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!

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

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

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…