GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

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

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—

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power