346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

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

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.