153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—