‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

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—

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—