XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—