896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.