319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

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

I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

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

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

390 It’s coming’—the postponeless Cre… It gains the Block’—and now’—it g… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters’—with a "You know Me’—Sir…

667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

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