904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,