448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

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

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said