XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

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.

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.