388
Take your Heaven further on—
This—to Heaven divine Has gone—
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e’en You had seen

448
This was a Poet—It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings—
And Attar so immense

446
I showed her Heights she never sa
“Would’st Climb,” I said?
She said—"Not so"—
“With me—” I said—With me?

’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

340
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
I’d rather suit my foot

827
The Only News I know
Is Bulletins all Day
From Immortality.
The Only Shows I see—

A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came

Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.
The flesh surrendered, cancelled

An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.

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,