689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—