718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

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

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

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

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,