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

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—