I GAVE myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.
The wealth might disappoint,

251
Over the fence—
Strawberries—grow—
Over the fence—
I could climb—if I tried, I know—

505
I would not paint’—a picture’—
I’d rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell’—delicious’—on’—

OUR share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,

157
Musicians wrestle everywhere—
All day—among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife—
And—walking—long before the morn—

498
I envy Seas, whereon He rides—
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey—
I envy Crooked Hills

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

322
There came a Day at Summer’s full
Entirely for me—
I thought that such were for the
Where Resurrections—be—

597
It always felt to me’—a wrong
To that Old Moses’—done’—
To let him see’—the Canaan’—
Without the entering’—

After great pain, a formal feeling
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like
The stiff Heart questions was it
And Yesterday, or Centuries befor
The Feet, mechanical, go round—