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

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

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

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —