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

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—