Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

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