423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

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

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.