XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

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

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—