I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,

50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—

20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—

64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train

Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—