600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

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,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die