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

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

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