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—

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—