348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—