A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray

853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West

On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—

616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.

950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—

‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,

591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow