509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

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

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.