853
When One has given up One’s life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West

388
Take your Heaven further on—
This—to Heaven divine Has gone—
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e’en You had seen

848
Just as He spoke it from his Hand
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—

531
We dream’—it is good we are dreami
It would hurt us’—were we awake’—
But since it is playing’—kill us,
And we are playing’—shriek’—

580
I gave myself to Him—
And took Himself, for Pay,
The solemn contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way—

NATURE is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon—
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee
Nay—Nature is Heaven.
Nature is what we hear,

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

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

151
Mute thy Coronation—
Meek my Vive le roi,
Fold a tiny courtier
In thine Ermine, Sir,

890
From Us She wandered now a Year,
Her tarrying, unknown,
If Wilderness prevent her feet
Or that Ethereal Zone