903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.