437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words