Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

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

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

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—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -