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—

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold