We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –