XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.