375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

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—

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

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

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see