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

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.