For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—

9 Through lane it lay’—through bramb… Through clearing and through wood’… Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

726 We thirst at first’—'tis Nature’s… And later’—when we die’— A little Water supplicate’— Of fingers going by’—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

781 To wait an Hour’—is long’— If Love be just beyond’— To wait Eternity’—is short’— If Love reward the end’—