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

481
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
Unto the Daisy low—
Transported with Compassion
That such a Doll should grow

I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
And frigates in the upper floor

22
All these my banners be.
I sow my pageantry
In May—
It rises train by train—

153
Dust is the only Secret—
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his “native town.”

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take

27
Morns like these—we parted—
Noons like these—she rose—
Fluttering first—then firmer
To her fair repose.

139
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed—
But tens have won an all—

I found the phrase to every though
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,—as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
To races nurtured in the dark;—

292
If your Nerve, deny you—
Go above your Nerve—
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve—