Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

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—

758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—