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

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,