As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

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 —

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me