301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.