“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

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

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?

HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…

413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

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