786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—