603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

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