595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

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

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…