206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

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

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

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

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—