His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.

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—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand