301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

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

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

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

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

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