378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

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

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

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 —

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.