THE brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
’T were easier for you
To put the water back

859
A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Prepares your brittle substance

The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul -
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole -
In which the soul at first estrang

831
Dying! To be afraid of thee
One must to thine Artillery
Have left exposed a Friend—
Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

917
Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—

284
The Drop, that wrestles in the Se
Forgets her own locality—
As I—toward Thee—
She knows herself an incense small

On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar—

512
The Soul has Bandaged moments—
When too appalled to stir—
She feels some ghastly Fright com
And stop to look at her—

443
I tie my Hat’—I crease my Shawl’
Life’s little duties do’—precisely
As the very least
Were infinite’—to me’—