646
I think to Live’—may be a Bliss
To those who dare to try’—
Beyond my limit to conceive’—
My lip’—to testify’—

267
Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him—
But we couldn’t learn!

365
Dare you see a Soul at the White
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the Fire’s common tint—
But when the vivid Ore

Perhaps I asked too large—
I take—no less than skies—
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town—
My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

368
How sick’—to wait’—in any place’—b
I knew last night’—when someone tr
Thinking’—perhaps’—that I looked
Or breaking’—almost’—with unspoken

172
’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!

The Road was lit with Moon and st
The Trees were bright and still -
Descried I - by the distant Ligh
A Traveller on a Hill -
To magic Perpendiculars

242
When we stand on the tops of Thin
And like the Trees, look down—
The smoke all cleared away from it
And Mirrors on the scene—

265
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
On Seas of Daffodil—
Fantastic Sailors—mingle—
And then—the Wharf is still!

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the
And rested on a beam;
And then together bore away