38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.

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

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,