458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—