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

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –