931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —