620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

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

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

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