294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

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

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me