779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

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

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—