763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

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

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”