193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

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

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—