For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—