When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—