XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—