180
As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem—
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came

913
And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning ros
Early and sere, its end

Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography -
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time

975
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair—
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere—

632
The Brain’—is wider than the Sky’
For’—put them side by side’—
The one the other will contain
With ease’—and You’—beside’—

607
Of nearness to her sundered Thing
The Soul has special times—
When Dimness—looks the Oddity—
Distinctness—easy—se ems—

600
It troubled me as once I was—
For I was once a Child—
Concluding how an Atom—fell—
And yet the Heavens—held—

312
Her—“last Poems”—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,

Through the Dark Sod’—as Educati
The Lily passes sure’—
Feels her white foot’—no trepidati
Her faith’—no fear’—
Afterward’—in the Meadow’—

282
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st
Until a sudden sky
Reveals the fact that One is rapt
Forever from the Eye—