XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

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

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance