316
The Wind didn’t come from the Orc
Further than that’—
Nor stop to play with the Hay’—
Nor joggle a Hat’—

32
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done—
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun—

695
As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea—
And that—a further—and the Three
But a presumption be—

963
A nearness to Tremendousness—
An Agony procures—
Affliction ranges Boundlessness—
Vicinity to Laws

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,

The sky is low, the clouds are mea
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day

535
She’s happy, with a new Content—
That feels to her—like Sacrament—
She’s busy—with an altered Care—
As just apprenticed to the Air—

MINE enemy is growing old,
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,
Let him be quick, the viand flits,

539
The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art—To save—
Through Skill obtained in Themsel
The Science of the Grave

28
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today—
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away—