MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—