131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop

584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—

922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—