808
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me—
What Distance—far—
So I the Ships may see

66
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise—
Hidden away, cunningly, From saga

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

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ectasty.
For each beloved hour

83
Heart, not so heavy as mine
Wending late home—
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune—

142
Whose are the little beds, I aske
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others
And no one made reply.

49
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

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

They dropped like flakes, they dro
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless gras

651
So much Summer
Me for showing
Illegitimate—
Would a Smile’s minute bestowing