596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—