769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—